“Where did it all go wrong?” Slie thought to himself. Time felt really slow right now, he could see every piece of rubble and debri falling with him. It wasn’t that he did anything wrong, he was just in the wrong place and ended up going down with the top of the building, a four story fall he had no suspicion would kill him. He thought about his life and all the things he was going to be, all the things he did. It only took a couple seconds for the fall to happen but to him, it felt like a couple minutes and in that time he felt melancholic as he accepted his death. As he saw the ground get closer, he braced for impact and just before he hit the ground, he felt some part of him leave his body.
Slyi’s eyes darted around the cave. He could see his dead comrades, turned into an almost fine past of blood and metal by the huge ogre. He could see the goblins laughing and taunting him while he was lying there, half awake. Within himself, near his mana core he felt his soul merge with an outside influence. His brain felt overloaded by a rush of information, and his vision starting blurring, and he saw transparent text float in front of him saying “Reincarnation Successful. Welcome to the Great Sage System”. It came with other messages, but there was no time to read them before the large wooden club of the ogre was flying towards his head. Right before impact, Slyi felt something within him happen and felt his soul exit his body.
Xye was finally proud, he had been cultivating for five gruelling years and today was finally the day he was getting promoted to inner disciple. He was better than most of his peers, and he wouldn’t deny it was thanks to his perfect memory giving him an edge over everyone else. It was especially useful when the recruits were allowed into the library of arts to select a martial art. Each student got five hours to select a martial art, but Xye spent almost all the time just reading all he could, and now he could recall all of them in perfect detail. It was a proud day for him, being one of the four students being promoted to inner disciple, and it was going to be a great celebration until the ground was shaken by the wind. Looking up, Xye and the others saw a large, white dragon descending upon them. It was fast, he didn’t have time to react before it hit the ground in front of him. A roar from the dragon knocked most people except the sect elders down, and Xye was starting to lose his consciousness as the seconds went by. The sect elders tried jumping into action, and Xye felt a bizarre feeling of being invaded in his inner being. Something became a part of him, and he saw transparent floating characters telling him “Congratulations on being reincarnated! You have access to the amazing cultivation system!”. Xye had no idea what it meant, and the large beam of concentrated fire coming from the dragons mouth didn’t give him much time to think about what it did mean. Before the fire hit him, he felt his inner being leave his outer body and transport elsewhere.
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Slye was having a bad day as usual. A little worse than usual, he was used to being beaten up by bullies, but today they may have went a little far. Usually he just ended up bruised, but today some of his bones were definitely bleeding, and his clothes look as if they were washed in his blood.
Slye grew up an orphan, his parents died in a subjugation quest against a monster early in his life. He ended up having to be a loot jockey for a small hunting team. It was dangerous work, since blood usually attracted more monsters so you had to harvest the valuables fast and leave, and the team you were with usually didn’t protect you much either. The pay was worse than other jobs too, and it was always justified by saying “but you get skills and experience.”, which is true. Slye’s harvesting did hit rank D, which wasn’t much but it was something.
Harvesting didn’t help heal though, and Slye needed healing, or some sort of help. Instead of help, he felt a part of himself he didn’t even know existed yet violently raided and settled into, and the shock and headache caused by it caused Slye to lose his battle with unconsciousness, fainting on the cold concrete of the back alley.
Slye awoke in a weirdly bright void, and with him were three others. They looked like him, but slightly different, one was a little taller with nicer clothes, one had long black hair in a ponytail and robe-looking clothes with a sword on his waist. The last one looked like him but had a large pointy hat on with blue robes.
“Who are you?” They said, all in chorus.